"Cardboard is a fascinating material that cats, children and the homeless have always been recognized: it is the best body mirrors, which it refers, intact, its heat; it has the sweetness of bis papers which it is made, and soft and warm color of light wood.
And me, I delight, I lose myself in this subtlety that I discovered in the transcribing, I understand in the dissecting. Because of the time that is an order moment, and slip by which one is lost, out of scale in a piece of cardboard, there is sometimes even in these moments of the workshop (in because of the music, too), great joys of travel to Lewis Carroll. The carton is then like a little Chinese lacquer: it fits in the hand, but holds the ingredients of the world: a mountain, a heron, a waterfall, a philosopher ...
The carton has an infinite number of ways to resist tearing, to yield to it if necessary, to heal wounds, to finally sing this undulations partition that looks suspiciously like a modern musical score.
Cardboard is a world where everyone recognizes." Christian Renonciat